Class of 1923
I remember going down to New Haven 51 years ago to see the Yale-Dartmouth game. It was an afternoon somewhat like November 2, 1935, and it was the first game between those two colleges. Perhaps some of my contemporaries will also remember that the score of that game was 113 to o in favor of Yale. We felt pretty bad after that encounter, but we returned to Hanover with a firm determination to vindicate the slaughter sooner or later. For one reason or another I have not been able to attend all of the Yale-Dartmouth games which have been played since 1884, but the visit to New Haven on November 2, 1935, weell repaid the investment which I had made in Yale-Dartmouth games, some of which had exhibited mighty good football, but had never quite been satisfactory from the Dartmouth side of the field. I'll tell you it did us old-timers good to see a hard-tackling, fast-blocking, first-rate offensive team do its stuff against Yale, which was almost but not quite as good.
The only man I can think of older than myself who may remember football games prior to 1884 is Cocky Lewis or perhaps Jim Taylor, who saw service in a couple of wars before arriving at Dartmouth.
There were quite a number of 23 men at the Yale game, a few of whom I saw before the game, others whom I could see faintly between the halves, and those unknown whom I could not see at all after the game. Hooper Dooper Ira Dixson and Mrs. Dixson were among those present. Jack Dempsey aided the cheering section in no small way. Pete Hurd occupied his usual, two seats with only one admission ticket, and Johnny Foster was shaking enough hands to have been running for mayor of Hanover. George Plant and his wife, Marion, attended the game with • Mrs. Allen and myself. After the first touchdown an enthusiastic gentleman by the name of Paul Sanderson ('21) who sat behind us mashed the hat of your secretary and pulled it down over the eyes. It was not until just before the second touchdown that I was able to remove the hat, and immediately thereafter I introduced my friend Plant to Mr. Sanderson and changed seats. Ted Caswell, having hung up his four kids on the clothesline for the afternoon, was running for one touchdown after another between the halves. Jim Doyle and I tried to shake hands across a mud puddle, but found that impracticable, so we both stood in it and exchanged felicitations.
Our top-notch New England correspondent, Sherm Baldwin, sends us the following:
"Sherm Clough is broadcasting news ofthe arrival of his second son on August 17-name Galan—denies choosing ChicagoCubs left-fielder as godfather, and addsdoesn't think new heir will manage Dartmouth Musical Clubs but has good chanceto be bass soloist. Other son, Sherm Jr.,is now nine years old. Mr. and Mrs. live at30 Webster St., Brookline, Mass."
Until a year ago Sherm had been in the advertising department of NoyesBuick Co. of Boston and is now in the advertising and sales department of the Waltham Watch Co. in charge of their export business.
Henry Moore and I had a swell talk the other day. "Hen" was only with us freshman year. Since that time he has been with the Boston Herald, and right now is the busiest gent I've run into in a long time. He is manager of the Herald's news service department, in which capacity he sells news to all the New England papers. In addition to this, he writes the fish and game column, the weekly winter sports page, and conducts a weekly news broadcast. In gathering his material for the fish and game column and the winter sports page he spends a few days each week up in the country at its source. Anyone planning a ski-trip or some hunting and fishing should get in touch with him or at least read his dope in the Herald. "Hen" lives at 60 Pembroke St., Newton, Mass., is married, and has a daughter four years old.
Can you imagine Jim Doyle being the most unpopular person in a crowd of 35,- 000? Such was the case on Saturday, October 26, at the Harvard Stadium, and instead of being humiliated he seemed to be enjoying the whole affair fully as much as he used to enjoy those Carnival tea dances at the Psi U house. All of which is as it should be when it is discovered that the cause of it all was that Jim unexpectedly took in the Dartmouth-Harvard game and purchased his ticket at the gate before the game and found his seat to be in the exact center of the Harvard cheering section. Jim risked life and limb in cheering Dartmouth's cause and as the game progressed and he had more for which to howl, his popularity descended in proportion.
Didn't see Jim after the game, but did see the ambulance leave the field after the game, and as it was empty, presume he got out safely.
Our traveling correspondent Pete Jones has at last been heard from since the twoman reunion which he put on with Tex Scaling in Ft. Worth. It seems that the progressive citizens of that city have built a dam, and whenever unsuspecting Easterners wander that far away from home they are taken to this structure and afforded an opportunity to view their beautiful lake, which is advertised as being 20 miles long and 3 miles wide. Tex, having visited the Atlantic seaboard and gulf ports during his career, remembered that where there was water there should be boats. To make a long story short, Tex and Pete went out on one of these crafts, which was called the Texas Long Horn. Thinking that they were going across the 3-mile width they instead went the other way. Two days later Pete said his arms got tired rowing, whereupon Tex said "let's have anotherdrink," and on Wednesday of the following week they arrived at the home dock. True to the old college spirit, Pete now insists that Dartmouth should have a crew.
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO THIS MONTH
Bob and Johnny Paisley were playing on the hockey team's Z line. They made a solemn resolve not to shave until they had scored on the varsity, but had to call it off for fear of being drafted by the House of David.
(When last heard from Johnny was still around Hanover, living in Norwich and working for Serafini.)
The Dartmouth football team had returned from Seattle after properly dedicating the new stadium for the University of Washington. Score Dartmouth 28, University of Washington 7.
Men in the class of 23 who made football letters sophomore year were—Cy Aschenbach, Chick Burke, Cy Gordon, Eddie Lynch, and Pudge Neidlinger.
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